Book: The village

... the distinction between the conquerors it is only in the length of their success.

Oleg always had to paper a special feeling. Paper, even a blank sheet was magic connected with knowledge. It was created to Express the knowledge. The paper was as if a manifestation of deity.

- Then it's better to die, ' said Sally with conviction.
Death is never better.

- The hell he did, ' he said. - He does not understand that does not belong to himself. That there are moments in life when a person has no right to belong to himself. This is when from his actions depends the fate of other people.

Before people themselves have not seen. Other saw, and himself there. Unless in a pool or in the film window. And the mirror told people the truth, and often the sad truth. Because adults remember myself from the days when there were a lot of mirrors. And then they saw have changed, have aged and lost her looks. The young have not seen before. And here it is necessary to form the attitude. Mariana, for example, the opinion about yourself has changed for the worst. When she saw in the mirror, weathered face with high cheekbones with sunken cheeks, sharp chin and cracked lips, all in blue spots from the bites of roller coaster, and two large scar on his neck, then realized that she was a freak and never be able to please. She didn't even notice his large grey eyes, long black eyelashes, lush and elastic hair cropped short and is not very smooth.

Without history, people cease to be people.

When I run through dungeons with children, be sure to look around and count children.

Sally looked at the kids. Children were many, she never thought people here in this filthy abyss, unable to produce children. There was something animal, humiliating.

... criterion of the civilization of the world should serve that sense of humor.

Wait is always bad, especially when you don't know what will end the waiting, but somehow we're always waiting for something. Even live once...

Mankind can reach the stars, universal prosperity, people can travel in time and conquer the far reaches of the galaxy. But they remain the same people they were a thousand years ago. The most humane and talented people will be afraid of death and seek to love. Some will crave fame, others of peace, people will choose their friends and companions, but will meet and enemies and rivals, ideal human, ideal society, fortunately, can not be otherwise, mankind would have stood in Nirvana then he would have perished in blissful stillness.

Any archaeologist will you prove that the tiara is not the goal of archaeology, its purpose is to find as many shards and beads, to determine migration routes and the level of material culture. But you can be sure that the archaeologist is a hypocrite. Deep down he dreams of a diadem, and unexpected brilliance in the rubble of the black earth, that rarest of sensations, the contempt for which is the basis of the archaeological pride.

... even the death of a person is not so terrible, if he knows about continuation of a sort. Death becomes final at the moment when she lost not only you, but everything that tied you to life.

It is silly to wait, the most common and most incorrect lesson. We must live so that not to wait...